Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
They’ve basically welcomed her with open arms, after what she did for them. I suppose she showed her loyalty, and they respect that. So, she’s welcome here anytime. I’m glad, because she’s a great girl, and I like her a lot. Scarlett, too.
“I’m glad. I haven’t had much chance to say it, but I’m so grateful you were around when I got taken by Treyton. I couldn’t have gotten through that without you.”
She nods, her green eyes never fully opening up. She’s guarded. Always protecting something inside her. “You’re welcome. I could say the same.”
“You know,” Scarlett says, joining the conversation and shuffling a bit closer. “There are a heap of hot bikers that are single in this club.”
She wiggles her brows at Charlie, who rolls her eyes. “You’re not honestly playing matchmaker, are you?”
“It’s her thing,” I murmur.
Scarlett giggles. “It would do you good to have a biker, they’re worth it, I promise.”
Charlie grins. “No biker could handle me, I can assure you.”
“Koda could...” Scarlett winks.
“Dakoda looks like he wants to murder me on a good day.”
“That’s because he’s all dark and twisty,” I tell her, joining in, because why the hell not? “I think you two would be a good match. You’re both the same.”
“We’d be a good match in a fight to the death, and that’s about it.”
Charlie is grinning, and it has us all doing the same.
“Imagine the sex, though,” Scarlett pretends to fan herself. “With all that built up anger.”
Charlie snorts. “No.”
“Koda has a wild streak. It could be fun.”
I giggle.
Scarlett is wiggling her brows and doing thrusting motions.
Charlie just stares at the two of us.
“You two have issues.”
“So does Koda,” I point out.
She gives me a glare, but it’s playful. “Not going to happen.”
“What about Boston, then?” Scarlett continues. “He’s all broken and secretive.”
“Nope,” Charlie continues.
“Mason?” I add on. “He’s hot.”
“Not going to happen,” Charlie smirks.
“Charlie, it’s not healthy to avoid male company,” Scarlett wiggles a finger at her. “Imagine what one of these men, hell even two, if that’s what you’re into, could do for you?”
Charlie spits out her drink and laughs, glancing at Scarlett. “You’re twisted.”
She beams. “Thank you, I know.”
“I don’t need a biker, or any man, for that matter. I do fine on my own.”
Scarlett pouts, and I laugh. “But how do you...you know...get satisfaction?”
“It’s called a dildo, you ought to try it,” Charlie tells her.
We all lose it. Laughing so hard.
“I think I like you, Charlie,” Scarlett nods. “Yes, I think you can stay.”
Charlie grins. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”
We keep chatting, laughing and joking, waiting for the men to come out of the club house. They’ve been in there for hours, talking about who knows what. When they do finally come out, it’s apparent right away that something is wrong. Three bikers branch off and go to the front gate, locking it. Two more circle the house and the sheds, looking around, as if they’re making sure no one is here.
Maverick, Malakai and Koda all stride towards us girls, and I notice that Charlie’s face goes pale, and I know, even before Malakai speaks, that something is very wrong.
“Stand up,” he orders Charlie.
She glances at us, and then slowly stands.
“Goin’ to ask you once, and I swear to fuck Charlie, if you lie to me, I’ll drop you here and now.”
“Malakai,” I say, horrified.
He shoots me a look that tells me to back down, and I do. Immediately.
“Like you a lot,” he continues. “Took care of my girl, took care of my club, never shared a word about what you knew. But I got a little word from Treyton before I ended him, something that sparked my attention.”
Charlie looks down at her feet.
Whatever he’s talking about, she knows what it is.
And whatever it is, it’s true.
“Is what I just found out from Koda, true?”
She glances at Koda, and then back to Malakai. “Depends what you found out.”
Her voice isn’t hard, if anything, it’s a little scared.
Whatever they know, it scares the hell out of her.
“Ask you once, and once only. Is your real name Charlene Masters?”
Her face gets a little pale, and she flinches. Then she nods. It’s small, but it’s there.
“Fuck,” Malaki barks. “Fuck!”
“H-h-h-how did you know?” she whispers.
“Took me a lot of fuckin’ diggin’, but I found it out,” Koda growls, stepping forward. “Also found out you’ve got a fuckin’ hit for a million fuckin’ dollars on your head.”
The entire club goes silent.
Dead. Silent.
My mouth drops open, and I look to Charlie, who is staring at Koda, her fingers trembling. A million dollars. One. Million. Dollars. How in the world could a young girl have a hit like that on her head? What has she done? Who the hell is she?
“Pack your things,” Koda tells her. “Now.”
“Please,” she whispers, rubbing her arms. “Don’t send me out there on my own. Please. Eventually, he’ll find me.”